Short Story Collection

The Clique

They loved each other ,all consuming. they were best friends. They were soulmates. There were always many of them. It was a repeating cycle of love and hate. When one couldn't handle the pressure another was introduced to the cycle.

Janelle once said to me that everyone could not handle being popular. Every pretty girl with blond hair and a small nose could not handle the all consuming pain of the spotlight. We wrote the articles about them we took the pictures they were adored ,but their always were whispers their were always the rumors that started as little thoughts and ended in a river of tears. The first to drown was Terent she was accused of being a virgin and that couldn't do. She killed herself the next day. They dragged her body out the bathroom uncoiling the phone charger from her neck.

Terent was the first of many to be replaced. It always amazed me how eager these girls were to destroy their lives to drown themselves into the rumors. Until I became one of them until I was asked to sit at the table me dying my hair a light blond and my surgeon making my nose became a little less pointy. I realized then that the attention was really worth the pain cause when everyone was looking at you amazed and dazed all at the same time you forgot about the pain of the nose job, the swelling of the pimples, and the ugly feeling you get when you look in the mirror.